It's really hard to put into words how it feels. Nothing that pops into my mind seems to be right. I'm just so darn humbled to be included in this experience. Honestly, I feel like a bit of an imposter sometimes...
I expected to hear from the BAA one way or another by the time I finished my run on Wednesday morning so one might say that I was a bit extra motivated. I got out early because I knew I was going to be able to enjoy this:
It felt so good to see those paces again. I was definitely working hard, but the difference was that I actually felt good and strong. I expected to celebrate in the parking lot with my RB, but there was no news from the BAA yet.
I took a shower and then an ice bath.
Baked a pumpkin spice bundt cake.
Lazed on the sofa with the BTs.
Friday night, I flew out of work as quickly as I could at 7pm to try to catch the last few minutes of daylight on the Greenway. Fly I did. I bound down the trail with thoughts of Boston on my mind. As the world slipped slower into darkness, I felt very primal. I upped the effort in the final mile and tried to empty the tank. 2 awesome runs in the same week?! What is going on....
The rest of my day was spent prepping and hosting my brother's engagement party. He got engaged in the spring, but his fiancé finally had some family in town so we decided to do the party this weekend. I did the food (all vegetarian since the fiancé is a veggie), my sister did the decor, and I think it was quite a success.
7-layer Mediterranean dip:
Death by chocolate cupcakes: